You Can't Make A Perfect

I'm Very Careful Not To Have Ideas, Because They're Inaccurate.

It Would Be An Endless Battle If It Were All Up To Ego Because It Does Not Destroy And Is Not Destroyed By Itself It Is Like A Wave It Makes Itself Up, It Rushes Forward Getting Nowhere Really It Crashes, Withdraws And Makes Itself Up Again Pulls Itself Together With Pride Towers With Pride Rushes Forward Into Imaginary Conquest Crashes In Frustration Withdraws With Remorse And Repentance Pulls Itself Together With New Resolution

I Think Our Minds Respond To Things Beyond This World. Take Beauty: It's A Very Mysterious Thing, Isn't It? I Think It's A Response In Our Minds To Perfection. It's Too Bad, People Not Realizing That Their Minds Expand Beyond This World.

It's Not About Facts, It's About Feelings. It's About Remembering Feelings And Happiness. A Definition Of Art Is That It Makes Concrete Our Most Subtle Emotions. I Think The Highest Form Of Art Is Music. It's The Most Abstract Of All Art Expression.

Any Material May Be Used But The Theme Is The Same And The Response Is The Same For All Artwork... We All Have The Same Concern, But The Artist Must Know Exactly What The Experience Is. He Must Pursue The Truth Relentlessly